Kyle looked over at her and said, “Get in the car,” which Jill promptly did. “I figured I would be kind to you, we are going to go to church.” With that statement, Kyle pulled out and headed down the road to St. Mary's of the Angels Church.
“Why are we going to a church?” Jill asked. It was almost a kindness after the last five hours.
“You'll see,” he replied.
Twenty minutes later they arrived at the church. It was a small church done up in a gothic design. Pulling into the parking lot Kyle said, “Get out of the car and stand still.” Quickly, without any comment, she obeyed him. As she did, Kyle reached into the back seat and grabbed something dark. Walking around to Jill he said, “Take off your clothes.”
Her body obeyed his command and soon enough she was standing in the evening air with the chill whipping over her naked form. “What now?” Jill asked, looking at what turned out to be a large black trash bag.
Kyle handed it over to her and said, “Put it on. You are going to be a bag lady now, might as well make it literal.” He had cut a hole for her head and arms earlier, grinning he watched Jill pull the bag over her head. The bag barely came down to the top of her thighs. “Well, there you are, a bag lady, with nothing to her name. There is a soup kitchen around back, they might have some food for you, maybe even some clothes. You will like what I am about to do.” Kyle stepped up and gave Jill a long drawn out kiss. “You should have your free will back in about fifteen minutes.”
Walking over to his car Kyle smiled and pointed to the soup kitchen again. “I suggest you might want to go there. Also, I want to thank you, you proved that I could destroy someones life with this. I have three more uses. There is this wealthy, bible thumping, christian family I am going to go see. Thanks again.”
Jill watched the car drive off and began to cry. She walked towards the church in utter humiliation. He had ruined her, completely. It was over, it couldn't get any worse.
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